Life of a Tree

As a tree admires her beauty by looking into her own reflectionWater flows gently beneath and carries along her mirror imageBirds singing from the canopy come down to see the spectacleA moment in time connects the tree to her own past lifetimeOnce she stood firmly and proud on the banks of the forest creekShe was a home and shelter to many animals who befriended herHer roots went all the way down deep below the water levelThe crown on her head was majestic full of the greenest leavesYears went by as she grew and grew with many seasons passingShe saw humans dramatically change the landscape around herBut the forest was left untouched and remained a peaceful sanctuaryWith her birth ground safe she started giving in to gravityLetting go of her connection to both the air and the ground belowHer the faithful task was to become a bridge between life and death

Sometimes i really need to remind myself of this. Slowing down comes natural for snails. Home is wherever they are.
I think we humans can learn a lot from snails. For me snails represent beautiful metaphors and a powerful reminder that it’s ok to take things a little more easy.
Why worry and hurry if you can achieve the same thing while being relaxed? Focusing is much more easy when we’re relaxed.
And we’ll get there in the end, just like the snails do. Just glide towards where you want to be and you’ll arrive there one day.

Speaking about the heart, why not see our heart as our true home? Everything else can be taken from us, but as long as we are alive our heart is with us. And if we take up compassion as our armor, we even have our own little shell protecting us just like the snails have…